10. Mikkel #2
This time, the frantic desperation of the yacht vanishes. I stretch out on the mattress right beside her, propping myself up on one elbow. I capture her lips in a messy kiss. I take my time, tracing the roof of her mouth with my tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her.
Soren settles between her parted knees. He drags his open mouth over her inner thighs, his teeth scraping the soft skin. He buries his face in her dripping pussy.
I watch him work. My position beside her gives me a perfect, unobstructed view of his mouth devouring our mate.
Nadia arches her back, a breathless moan escaping her lips. "God, Soren, don't stop." She thrashes against the sheets, her hips rocking off the mattress to chase his tongue.
The wet, slurping sounds fill the quiet room. I move down her neck, sucking a dark bruise right over her pulse point to mark her skin again. I pull back and look down at her. Her dark eyes burn with intense need.
"Give it to me, Mikkel. Right now." Her fingers dig into my biceps.
We shift positions. Soren surrenders his spot between her knees. He crawls up the mattress, replacing me at her side, and captures her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss.
I slide down the bed, kneeling right between her parted thighs.
I grip her hips, guiding the thick head of my cock to her dripping entrance.
I thrust forward, sinking deep inside her pussy in one smooth motion.
She gasps against Soren's mouth, her inner muscles clamping tight around my shaft.
The swollen knot at the base of my cock bumps against her wet entrance, staying firm outside her body.
The tight, wet heat swallows my length. I pull back and drive in again, setting a relentless, grinding pace. The wet, slapping sound of our skin echoes in the large room. She takes every inch. Her slick coats my cock, making every thrust slide with a heavy friction.
Nadia breaks the kiss with Soren. She looks over her shoulder at him, her chest heaving. "Nightstand. Bottom drawer. Grab the lube."
Soren smirks. He reaches over, yanks the drawer open, and pulls out a sleek bottle of silicone lubricant.
I need to give Soren access to her back.
Keeping my shaft buried deep inside her, I wrap my arms tight around her torso.
I roll us over in one motion. My back hits the mattress.
She lands right on top of my hips. She sits up, straddling my torso and taking my entire length.
I thrust up from the bottom, hitting a sensitive spot that makes her cry out.
The seated straddle exposes her bare back and her ass to Soren.
Soren shifts onto his knees right behind her.
He flips the cap on the bottle. He squirts a generous amount of the thick liquid into his palm and coats the heavy head of his cock.
He rubs the rest straight over her tight anal ring, using his thumb to work the slick liquid into her muscles for a fast, desperate prep.
She nods, giving him the green light over her shoulder.
Soren lines his cock up. He pushes forward, breaching her tight ring and sinking into the hot, stretched heat. She screams into the quiet room, taking us both at the same time.
Soren thrusts forward from the back while I thrust up from the bottom. We push her right back to the edge, sharing her body in perfect rhythm.
We drive our hips forward for one final, massive thrust. Our swollen knots breach her tight rings, popping deep inside her pussy and her ass at the same second.
She clamps down hard around our shafts. I empty my hot release deep inside her core while Soren floods her ass.
The climax hits her again, yanking a wild sob from her throat as she shakes through the intense aftershocks.
We collapse onto the mattress, panting and coated in sweat. The room smells like sex.
Nadia lies in the center of the bed. She rests her head on my chest, her bare leg draped over my hips. Soren lies on her other side, holding her hand. His thumb traces the back of her knuckles. The total exhaustion of the last three days catches up to us.
Soren breaks the comfortable silence.
"We need to talk about logistics." Soren kisses the back of her hand. "The company headquarters operate out of Camden. Our mansion sits out in Oakhaven. We flew down to Manten just for business."
I run my fingers through her dark hair, waiting for her reaction. We just uprooted her entire life. Asking her to pack her bags and leave her home state adds a hurdle to the relationship.
Nadia shifts on my chest. She looks up at Soren, then tilts her head back to look at me. A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her face.
"So?" She traces a circle over my pec. "You guys own private jets. You run a multi-billion dollar real estate empire. I have zero ties to this penthouse."
I raise an eyebrow. "You don't care about leaving Manten?"
"I care about staying with my Alpha." She rests her chin on my chest, holding my gaze with total confidence.
"I go where you go. If you need to be in Camden for a board meeting, we'll be there.
If we want a quiet weekend, we go home to Oakhaven.
If I miss my parents, we fly back here or put them on a plane to see us. The location doesn't matter."
Soren chuckles, the sound vibrating against the mattress. "She has a point, Mikkel. Logistics mean nothing when you own the planes."
"Exactly." Nadia snuggles deeper into my side, her eyes drifting shut. "No dealbreakers. We figure the rest out tomorrow. Right now, I just want to sleep."
I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, pulling her flush against my side.
A profound, unshakeable peace settles into my bones. The corporate wars, the isolation on the ocean, and the tension with Marcus all fade into the background. We survived the storm. We secured our Omega. The endless search for a true match ends here.
I close my eyes and listen to the steady rhythm of her breathing. Our new life starts right now.